<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/13708275?origin\x3dhttp://-poutryxstitches.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
and yesterday was the day Rueban was expelled from his mother's uterus exactly 19 years ago, well boy, happy birthday again. 

anyway, this is just not right, i remember christmas parties and counting down to the new year but i don't remember the rest of the months after that and what, august is next! The trip and all that saving and getting fits for being overexcited is over too? just like that? why time why?!

oh my god. 

August is next and i'm not looking forward to it at all, almost everyone i know is going for singfest and getting excited over it and i don't think i can anymore, all the unpaid bills, i need to set my priorities right now. sigh sigh sigh. someone kill me please, how i can miss my dear old Mraz and all the other acts for just 200bucks. on good days 200bucks are nothing to you but some days that amount means a whole lot of misery and dammit, heartaches. just stone me alive, really.

and when aug arrives i'm going to hibernate. 








6:48 AM



aquamarine of steelsandhardknocks
Charlie
Image Hosted by ImageShack.us

profile scatman:
060587
mdis - mass comm
patronage is welcomed


prismic soul`


i regress: i degress
Charmaine Highfives La's Facebook profile